{"id":6991,"date":"2014-10-10T22:06:46","date_gmt":"2014-10-10T22:06:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/?p=6991"},"modified":"2026-04-03T22:21:31","modified_gmt":"2026-04-03T22:21:31","slug":"dubliners-j-joyce","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/?p=6991","title":{"rendered":"W. B.  Yeats"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5 style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2663\u00a0 <a href=\"http:\/\/www.sacred-texts.com\/neu\/yeats\/index.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">William Butler Yeats <\/a>\u00a0\u21d0[1865-1939]<\/h5>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u21d3\u00a0&#8216;<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=oLnMEAKV36Q\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Down by the Salley Gardens&#8217;<\/a>\u2190[song]<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/WRPzb2H5V_o\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\u2022\u2192 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=-yTlBmqxrG0\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;The Salley Gardens&#8217; (arranged by <strong>Benjamin Britten<\/strong>); voice = <strong>Yves Saelens<\/strong><\/a>\u2190<\/p>\n<h5 id=\"watch-headline-title\" class=\"yt\" style=\"color: #222222; text-align: right;\"><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title long-title yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"&quot;A Drinking Song&quot;-WB Yeats-Irish Poetry-Short Sad Poem-Famous Classic Poetry-Poems About Live\">\u21d3 \u00a0\u00ab<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=QURqcbfnyOQ\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">A Drinking Song<\/a>\u00ab\u2190<\/span><\/h5>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Dua3G-XFHcU\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=QURqcbfnyOQ\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">WINE comes in at the mouth and love comes in at the eye;<\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=QURqcbfnyOQ\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">That&#8217;s all we shall know for truth before we grow old and die.<\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=QURqcbfnyOQ\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">I lift the glass to my mouth,\u00a0I look at you, and I sigh.\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"yt\" style=\"font-weight: normal; color: #222222; text-align: justify;\">\u2666 \u00a0An excerpt from the Poetry Hour homage to Josephine Hart 18 Sept 2012 at the Irish College Paris\u00a0Star readers <strong>Sin\u00e9ad Cusack, Marianne Faithfull, Bob Geldof, Charlotte Rampling<\/strong> pay tribute to Josephine Hart who died in 2011\u00a0\u2193<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ZUeqMzUloH8\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong>01 &#8211; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.cise.ufl.edu\/~hsiao\/verse\/cloths.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">He wishes for the cloths of heaven.<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>02 &#8211; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poem\/180654\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Down by the Sally Gardens.<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>03 &#8211; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poem\/172053\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Lake Isle of Innisfree<\/a>.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>04 &#8211; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.oprah.com\/spirit\/The-Stolen-Child-by-William-Butler-Yeats\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Stolen Child<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\u21d3<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Jg-oJKYIinQ?list=PLUbD_gb6eGbN_UYoudpmYK9zXnxixIGES\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6 class=\"yt\" style=\"font-weight: normal; color: #222222; text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2666 \u00a0Gavin Friday reads\u00a0at the National Library Of Ireland \u00a0\u21d3 \u00a0[30\/06\/2010]<\/strong><\/h6>\n<p class=\"yt\" style=\"font-weight: normal; color: #222222; text-align: right;\"><strong>\u00a0+ Martin Hayes<\/strong> (Violin) +\u00a0<strong>Dennis Cahill<\/strong> (Guitar)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #9c9c63;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><b>\u2022 \u00a0\u00abSeptember 1913\u00bb<\/b><\/span><\/span><span style=\"color: #000020;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<table cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" align=\"center\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">WHAT\u00a0need you, being come to sense,<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"1\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">But fumble in a greasy till<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"2\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">And add the halfpence to the pence<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"3\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">And prayer to shivering prayer, until<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"4\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">You have dried the marrow from the bone;<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"5\"><\/a><i>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a05<\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">For men were born to pray and save:<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"6\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">Romantic Ireland\u2019s dead and gone,<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"7\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">It\u2019s with O\u2019Leary in the grave.<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"8\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">Yet they were of a different kind<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"9\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">The names that stilled your childish play,<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"10\"><\/a><i>\u00a0\u00a010<\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">They have gone about the world like wind,<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"11\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">But little time had they to pray<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"12\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">For whom the hangman\u2019s rope was spun,<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"13\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">And what, God help us, could they save:<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"14\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">Romantic Ireland\u2019s dead and gone,<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"15\"><\/a><i>\u00a0\u00a015<\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">It\u2019s with O\u2019Leary in the grave.<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"16\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">Was it for this the wild geese spread<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"17\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">The grey wing upon every tide;<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"18\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">For this that all that blood was shed,<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"19\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">For this Edward Fitzgerald died,<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"20\"><\/a><i>\u00a0\u00a020<\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone,<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"21\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">All that delirium of the brave;<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"22\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">Romantic Ireland\u2019s dead and gone,<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"23\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">It\u2019s with O\u2019Leary in the grave.<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"24\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">Yet could we turn the years again,<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"25\"><\/a><i>\u00a0\u00a025<\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">And call those exiles as they were,<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"26\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">In all their loneliness and pain<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"27\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">You\u2019d cry \u2018Some woman\u2019s yellow hair<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"28\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">Has maddened every mother\u2019s son\u2019:<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"29\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">They weighed so lightly what they gave,<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"30\"><\/a><i>\u00a0\u00a030<\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">But let them be, they\u2019re dead and gone,<\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><a name=\"31\"><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td align=\"left\">They\u2019re with O\u2019Leary in the grave.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Ufwz5Nvbye0\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<div id=\"poem-top\" class=\"tab-content active\" style=\"color: #000000;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2022 \u00a0\u00abTo a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing\u00bb \u00a0\u2191<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div id=\"poem\" class=\"tab-content active\" style=\"color: #000000;\">\n<div class=\"poem\" style=\"color: #505050;\">\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Now all the truth is out,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Be secret and take defeat<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">From any brazen throat,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">For how can you compete,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Being honor bred, with one<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Who were it proved he lies<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Were neither shamed in his own<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Nor in his neighbors&#8217; eyes;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Bred to a harder thing<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Than Triumph, turn away<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">And like a laughing string<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Whereon mad fingers play<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Amid a place of stone,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Be secret and exult,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Because of all things known<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">That is most difficult.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<div>\u2014<\/div>\n<div><strong>\u2022 \u00a0\u00abTo Ireland In The Coming Times\u00bb<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0(excerpt)<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<dl>\n<dt>KNOW, that I would accounted be<\/dt>\n<dt>True brother of a company<\/dt>\n<dt>That sang, to sweeten Ireland&#8217;s wrong,<\/dt>\n<dt>Ballad and story, rann and song;<\/dt>\n<dt>Nor be I any less of them,<\/dt>\n<dt>Because the red-rose-bordered hem<\/dt>\n<dt>Of her, whose history began<\/dt>\n<dt>Before God made the angelic clan,<\/dt>\n<dt>Trails all about the written page.<\/dt>\n<dt>When Time began to rant and rage<\/dt>\n<dt>The measure of her flying feet<\/dt>\n<dt>Made Ireland&#8217;s heart begin to beat . . .<\/dt>\n<\/dl>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\" class=\"yt\" style=\"font-weight: normal; color: #222222; text-align: left;\"><strong><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title long-title yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"&quot;All Things Can Tempt Me&quot;-WB Yeats-Irish Poetry-Famous Sad Poem-Short Poems about Life-Beautiful\">\u25ca \u00a0\u00abAll Things Can Tempt Me\u00bb \u00a0\u2193<\/span><\/strong><\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/F3O01qdsTI8\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">ALL things can tempt me from this craft of verse:<br \/>\nOne time it was a woman&#8217;s face, or worse &#8212;<br \/>\nThe seeming needs of my fool-driven land;<br \/>\nNow nothing but comes readier to the hand<br \/>\nThan this accustomed toil.\u00a0\u00a0When I was young,<br \/>\nI had not given a penny for a song<br \/>\nDid not the poet Sing it with such airs<br \/>\nThat one believed he had a sword upstairs;<br \/>\nYet would be now, could I but have my wish,<br \/>\nColder and dumber and deafer than a fish.<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\">\u2663 \u00a0&#8216;The fiddler of Dooney &#8216;\u2193 \u00a0[by\u00a0Sean Doyle]<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/H6a68gQ7yzI\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>WHEN\u00a0I play on my fiddle in Dooney,\u00a0<\/strong><\/address>\n<div>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Folk dance like a wave of the sea;\u00a0<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,\u00a0<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>My brother in Moharabuiee.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">I passed my brother and cousin:<i>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a05<\/i><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">They read in their books of prayer;\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">but I read in my book of songs\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">I bought at the Sligo fair.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">When we come at the end of time,\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">To Peter sitting in state,<i>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a010<\/i><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">He will smile on the three old spirits,\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">But call me first through the gate;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">For the good are always the merry,\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Save by an evil chance,\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">And the merry love the fiddle<i>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 15<\/i><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">And the merry love to dance:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">And when the folk there spy me,\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">They will all come up to me,\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Singing\u00a0 \u2018Here is the fiddler of Dooney!\u2019\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">And dance like a wave of the sea.<i>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a020<\/i><\/address>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\">\u2663 \u00a0&#8216;The Second Coming&#8217; \u00a0\u2193 [read by Ted Hughes]<\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/k5-K3dSex9k\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Turning and turning in the widening gyre<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">The falcon cannot hear the falconer;<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">The ceremony of innocence is drowned;<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">The best lack all conviction, while the worst<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Are full of passionate intensity.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0 \u00a0 Surely some revelation is at hand;<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Surely the Second Coming is at hand.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">A shape with lion body and the head of a man,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0 \u00a0 The darkness drops again but now I know<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">That twenty centuries of stony sleep<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<h6 class=\"yt\" style=\"color: #222222; text-align: left;\"><span class=\"watch-title yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"W.B. Yeats: The Cloths of Heaven\">\u2666\u2192\u00a0 \u00ab<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=PD_E2eLDKSE\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Cloths of Heaven\u00bb<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\u2193 \u00a0<\/span>(by Harvey Keitel)<\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/OZjwLu9cXJ8\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong>Had I the heavens&#8217; embroidered cloths,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Enwrought with golden and silver light,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>The blue and the dim and the dark cloths<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Of night and light and the half light,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I would spread the cloths under your feet:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>But I, being poor, have only my dreams;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I have spread my dreams under your feet;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6 class=\"song_title_and_artists\" style=\"color: #ffffff; text-align: right;\"><span class=\"text_title has_description\" style=\"font-style: inherit; color: black;\">\u2022\u2192<a href=\"http:\/\/lit.genius.com\/William-butler-yeats-sailing-to-byzantium-annotated\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;Sailing to Byzantium&#8217;<\/a><\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\u21d0<\/span><\/h6>\n<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\">\u2666\u2192\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/soundarya.wordpress.com\/2012\/10\/06\/that-the-night-come-by-w-b-yeats\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">\u00abThat the Night Come\u00bb\u00a0<\/a> \u21d3\u00a0 \u00a0([ead by Stephen Fry]<\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/hNZmO16utQ8\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><em>She lived in storm and strife,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Her soul had such desire<\/em><br \/>\n<em>For what proud death may bring<\/em><br \/>\n<em>That it could not endure<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The common good of life,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>But lived as \u2019twere a king<\/em><br \/>\n<em>That packed his marriage day<\/em><br \/>\n<em>With banneret and pennon,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Trumpet and kettledrum,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>And the outrageous cannon,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>To bundle time away<\/em><br \/>\n<em>That the night come.<\/em><\/p>\n<h6 class=\"yt\" style=\"font-weight: normal; text-align: left;\"><strong><span class=\"watch-title long-title yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"W.B.Yeats\/ Philip Leitch Donovan - The Song Of Wandering Aengus - w\/Lyrics\">\u2666\u2192\u00a0\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=HQx9b9I9AOc\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;The Song Of Wandering Aengus&#8217;<\/a>\u00a0 \u21d3\u00a0 \u00a0[by <\/span>Philip Leitch Donovan]<\/strong><\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/cN_VPtGfsw0\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>I Went out to the hazel wood,<br \/>\nBecause a fire was in my head,<br \/>\nAnd cut and peeled a hazel wand,<br \/>\nAnd hooked a berry to a thread;<\/p>\n<p>And when white moths were on the wing,<br \/>\nAnd moth-like stars were flickering out,<br \/>\nI dropped the berry in a stream<br \/>\nAnd caught a little silver trout.<\/p>\n<p>When I had laid it on the floor<br \/>\nI went to blow the fire a-flame,<br \/>\nBut something rustled on the floor,<br \/>\nAnd some one called me by my name:<br \/>\nIt had become a glimmering girl<br \/>\nWith apple blossom in her hair<br \/>\nWho called me by my name and ran<br \/>\nAnd faded through the brightening air.<\/p>\n<p>Though I am old with wandering<br \/>\nThrough hollow lands and hilly lands,<br \/>\nI will find out where she has gone,<br \/>\nAnd kiss her lips and take her hands;<br \/>\nAnd walk among long dappled grass,<br \/>\nAnd pluck till time and times are done<br \/>\nThe silver apples of the moon,<br \/>\nThe golden apples of the sun.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">\u2022\u2192\u00a0<\/span><a style=\"font-weight: bold;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=hGoaQ433wnw\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Lake Isle of Innisfree<\/a><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">\u00a0\u2190<\/span>[read by the poet]<\/p>\n<h6 class=\"yt\" style=\"color: #222222; text-align: center;\"><em>\u2666\u2192 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=Kqeil0ULcQo\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">&#8216;A Drunken Man&#8217;s praise of Sobriety&#8217; \u00a0<\/a>\u00a0 \u21d0[Elvis Costello]<\/em><\/h6>\n<p><strong>COME swish around, my pretty punk,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> And keep me dancing still<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> That I may stay a sober man<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> Although I drink my fill.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Sobriety is a jewel<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> That I do much adore;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> And therefore keep me dancing<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>While\u00a0drunkards lie and snore.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> O mind your feet, O mind your feet,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> Keep dancing like a wave,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> And under every dancer<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> A dead man in his grave.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> No ups and downs, my pretty,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> A mermaid, not a punk;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> A drunkard is a dead man,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> And all dead men are drunk.<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\"><em>\u2666\u2192\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/lit.genius.com\/William-butler-yeats-before-the-world-was-made-annotated\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;Before The World Was Made&#8217;<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\u21d3<\/em><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Van Morrison<\/strong>\u00a0adds some verses of his own. For the original poem, listen to <strong>\u21d2<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=rqfKxT7sO0Y\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Carla Bruni<\/a>\u21d0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/O87v0ubkWNE\" width=\"420\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>If I make the lashes dark<br \/>\nAnd the eyes more bright<br \/>\nAnd your lips more scarlet,<br \/>\nAsk if all be right<br \/>\nAnd it&#8217;s\u00a0mirror after mirror,<br \/>\nNo vanity&#8217;s displayed:<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re just\u00a0looking for the face you had<br \/>\n<strong>Before the world was made&#8230;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"verse\" style=\"color: #000000;\">And if I look upon you now<br \/>\nAs though I own\u00a0my view<br \/>\nWith the earth beneath your feet<br \/>\nAnd the heaven up above<\/p>\n<p class=\"verse\" style=\"color: #000000;\">Would you think me cruel<br \/>\nAfter everything&#8217;s been said<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re only looking for the face you had<br \/>\n<strong>Before the world was made &#8230;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"verse\" style=\"color: #000000;\">And if I paint the lashes dark . . .<\/p>\n<h6 class=\"yt\" style=\"color: #222222; text-align: left;\">\u2663 \u00a0An Irish Airman Forsees His Death \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0[Shane MacGowan]<\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Loq95zsixBk?list=PLUbD_gb6eGbN_UYoudpmYK9zXnxixIGES\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>I know that I shall meet my fate<br \/>\nSomewhere among the clouds above;<br \/>\nThose that I fight I do not hate,<br \/>\nThose that I guard I do not love;<br \/>\nMy country is Kiltartan Cross,<br \/>\nMy countrymen Kiltartan&#8217;s poor,<br \/>\nNo likely end could bring them loss<br \/>\nOr leave them happier than before.<br \/>\nNor law, nor duty bade me fight,<br \/>\nNor public men, nor cheering crowds,<br \/>\nA lonely impulse of delight<br \/>\nDrove to this tumult in the clouds;<br \/>\nI balanced all, brought all to mind,<br \/>\nThe years to come seemed waste of breath,<br \/>\nA waste of breath the years behind<br \/>\nIn balance with this life, this death.<\/p>\n<h6 class=\"yt\" style=\"color: #222222; text-align: right;\">\u2022\u2192<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=TFEodlb1xJQ\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">\u00abBrown Penny\u00bb <\/a>\u00a0\u21d0[recited by Christopher Plummer]<\/h6>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\" class=\"yt\" style=\"color: #222222; text-align: left;\"><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title long-title yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats, read by Colin Farrell\">\u2663 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=6h6hzGxw2Wc\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">\u00abWhen You Are Old\u00bb<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\u2193 \u00a0[read by Colin Farrell]<\/span><\/h6>\n<\/address>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/8ttlSOHESJE\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u2663 William Butler Yeats \u21d0[1865-1939] \u21d3 &#8216;Down by the Salley Gardens&#8217;\u2190[song] <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\u2022\u2192 &#8216;The Salley Gardens&#8217; 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